Vincent Lionysus hadn't been having the best week. Although he despised the girl, Dahlia was a useful asset and now she was on death's door. He felt like an absolute idiot to have so recklessly followed his impulses.
Now he was in his office, unable to sleep. Under the pretext of doing paperwork to make him tired, what he was really doing was nursing bourbon for the fourth night in a row. While at first he still had felt justified, the more time went on, the more he realised his error. It didn't help that his wife had progressively gotten more and more cold to him.
"She's a hypocritical bitch." He slurred. "She was bouncing off the walls to whip her just that morning. Now she's acting holier than thou just because I got to have my fun before her."
He had begun to loath Sabrina. Secretly of course, but recently ever since Dahlia's aspect and bloodline had manifested, her entire personality had shifted. She seemed far livelier and more self assured and he hated that.
